You Should Be Ashamed of Myself

Welcome to the end of the night
 Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes
 Stop me if you've heard this one
 The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut?
 Skewered on an open flame
 I bought you off the spit, pose for me
 Paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash
 We're all born fresh but now we rot, rot, rot, rot
 I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat town
 You're just what I need to bring me down
 I've got enough strength for one more round
 Is that good for you? Well, it's good for me, baby
 I'm the lucky son of a bitch you need
 To keep alive your losing streak
 I've got one more trick up my sleeve
 Does that work for you? Well, it works for me, baby
 When you can't tear your eyes away
 'Coz she's got such a pretty face
 And a filthy fucking mind
 And I will wait outside the gates
 But I won't leave till you show me what's on the inside
 Well, I can't shake this lack of sleep
 It feasts on me till you show me what's on the inside
 I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat town
 You're just what I need to bring me down
 I've got enough strength for one more round
 Is that good for you? Well, it's good for me, baby
 And our mothers sleep with lottery dreams
 Our fathers built the pyramid schemes
 Nothing is ever what it seems
 But it works for you 'coz it works for me
 You just had yourself a taste
 Of how sweet the life could be
 If you could just leave yours behind